Lectoring

This Sunday was a youth mass at St. Rita. Every month there is a youth mass where the youth do everything. Last month was the 5:00 mass. This Sunday was the 7:30. It was amazing. There were almost 15 youth at mass. I did the second reading. It was the first letter of St. Paul to the Thessalonians.

	Rejoice always,
	pray constantly,
	give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
	Do not quench the Spirit,
	do not despise prophesying,
	but test everything; hold fast what is good,
	abstain from every form of evil.
	May the God of peace himself sanctify you wholly; and may your spirit and soul and body be kept sound and blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. The one who calls you is faithful, and he will also accomplish it.

I got about 30 comments on it. It was exiting. I feel as if I've been completely excepted into the mass now. I can't wait until I get confirmed in January.

Yesterday's science class (dissecting squid)

Yesterday in science class, we got to dissect squid. They were dead, but still, I don't like animal swimmy things with long tentacles. One person for each table got to do the actual dissection (luckily for me it was the person across the table from me). The kid who was dissecting was being really mean to the squid. I know it was dead, but he was poking out it's eyes, and playing (?) poke the squid after we finished. It was interesting. Then today we got back our project grades for our endangered species project paper. The paper was considered two test grades so the grade would be put in twice. The diorama grade was one test grade. On the diorama, I got a 95, which was one of the lowest grades, but wasn't bad. The paper she said wasn't perfect, but I got a 105% anyway because she said it had everything she was looking for, and didn't have any grammatical errors that she could see. So all together on the project, out of 310%, I got a 305%. Not bad, eh.

Where's Igor, he's late

Sometimes, I think I've lost my mind. Sometimes I know everyone thinks that, but, I just have urges to do stuff sometimes that I would not do if I was in my right mind. Stuff like, doing the dishwasher without being asked, and doing my own laundry. I know I'm crazy in those moments. Then there's the times I'm doing homework with music on, when I just suddenly need to move. Usually those urges end with me dancing in the living room. It's not a pretty sight. Still, after watching Young Frankenstein (and quoting it over and over), and reading Terry Prachett, sometimes, I need Igor. And he never comes. Oh, well, as long as I don't have any cussing urges before I get to bed, I'll be fine in the morning. Hello, night. Goodbye long annoying day.